Harry turned in his bed, tossing his blankets on the floor. One
outstretched hand hit his bedside table, knocking his glasses to
the floor along with his candle. He curled up in a ball, cold
sweat beading down his face, listening to the arguments of
voices in his dream.
As he looks around, he finds himself in Godric's Hollow, his
birthplace. A womans voice sounds out of no where, "Not Harry!"
and a cruel high-pitched laughter follows. The swishing of
cloaks fills the air as apparating wizards in dark robes appear
at every corner. A short black-robed wizard aproaches Harry, and
slowly pulls down his hood, revealing the pinched face and
blonde hair of Draco Malfoy.
"I told you not to hang out with that riffraff...I told you," he
sneers as a taller cloaked wizard appears behind Malfoy and puts
a hand on his shoulder. Lucius. He whispers from the folds of
his cloak, "He told you, he told you." More of the Death Eaters
arrive, and begin circling Harry, chanting in a whisper, "He
told you," and something soft plops on Harrys head, covering his
eyes. "I told you too," it whispers in his ear. "I wanted you in
Slytherin, not Gryffindor." With a shock, Harry realizes its the
Sorting Hat and struggles to pull it off his head. All the
sounds, the swishing of cloaks, the chants of the Death Eaters,
the hat on his head are broken through as a womans voice is
heard again.
"Not Harry! Please, no, not Harry!" Again, the high-pitch
laughter follows, then a flash of bright green light, and Harry
falls to the street, gasping. Suddenly, a strong, clear voice
breaks through the mists and shadows.
"Harry, dont give up.... Gryffindors never give up......you are
a Gryffindor in heart and mind, you are chosen.....Harry, you
are my heir....."
As the strong voice subsides, Harry's hand unclench in his
sleep, his breathing becomes regular, and the pain in his head
falls away. He sleeps well, for one more night
outstretched hand hit his bedside table, knocking his glasses to
the floor along with his candle. He curled up in a ball, cold
sweat beading down his face, listening to the arguments of
voices in his dream.
As he looks around, he finds himself in Godric's Hollow, his
birthplace. A womans voice sounds out of no where, "Not Harry!"
and a cruel high-pitched laughter follows. The swishing of
cloaks fills the air as apparating wizards in dark robes appear
at every corner. A short black-robed wizard aproaches Harry, and
slowly pulls down his hood, revealing the pinched face and
blonde hair of Draco Malfoy.
"I told you not to hang out with that riffraff...I told you," he
sneers as a taller cloaked wizard appears behind Malfoy and puts
a hand on his shoulder. Lucius. He whispers from the folds of
his cloak, "He told you, he told you." More of the Death Eaters
arrive, and begin circling Harry, chanting in a whisper, "He
told you," and something soft plops on Harrys head, covering his
eyes. "I told you too," it whispers in his ear. "I wanted you in
Slytherin, not Gryffindor." With a shock, Harry realizes its the
Sorting Hat and struggles to pull it off his head. All the
sounds, the swishing of cloaks, the chants of the Death Eaters,
the hat on his head are broken through as a womans voice is
heard again.
"Not Harry! Please, no, not Harry!" Again, the high-pitch
laughter follows, then a flash of bright green light, and Harry
falls to the street, gasping. Suddenly, a strong, clear voice
breaks through the mists and shadows.
"Harry, dont give up.... Gryffindors never give up......you are
a Gryffindor in heart and mind, you are chosen.....Harry, you
are my heir....."
As the strong voice subsides, Harry's hand unclench in his
sleep, his breathing becomes regular, and the pain in his head
falls away. He sleeps well, for one more night